Insects don’t have nerves and therefore don’t feel pain, although if some part of them is missing or they’re being attacked, being perfect representations of the survival instinct ever since anything was alive on our planet, they know something’s wrong, which they attempt to rectify, hence what one may perceive as “struggling”.
That said, insects are strong and adaptable, but as much of any living thing, only over a period of time.
Whether I kill a struggling insect or not, a butterfly with most of its scales stripped or a beetle half crushed to death, won’t change a thing, and these will most likely become food for some other insect or animal.
The insect world is cruel, and I can’t feel guilty about either putting it out of its misery or ignoring it, because half of the insect world works on the aspect of ruin to compliment the other half.
If I were to feel something for one bug, I’d have to consider all the millions of bugs everyday who get owned some way or another, and attaching myself to a stray insect in my tub is cause for concern.
Insects are supposed to get owned and serve as a source of maintenance for other insects, it’s how it works. Out of ten thousand caterpillar eggs, about only five of those caterpillars will escape being ant food or solitary wasp incubators.
So whatever I may feel towards them, if anything at all, really doesn’t mean anything considering how their kingdom operates.
I’m not saying it’s bad that anyone might feel pity or the need to do something, just saying, you’re not making a difference regardless of what you do to it, or don’t do . But I choose the word you as in general you, meaning anyone, and not the asker of the question in particular, based on how I personally feel. (In relation to the question itself.)
If it makes no difference, you still gotta get it out of your tub either way.
I kill mosquitoes all the time when they come on me, and whatever house fly becomes prey to my sadistic cats or my quick enough hand has no bearing on my life or emotions. They will die.
I used to love insects when I was little, and read all sortsa books about em and went around looking for them everywhere. Aspiring to be an entomologist, my interest in insects was too great for me to feel anything else but curiosity, excitement and intrigue to consider empathy. (Some of my experiments were disgusting, and I once created a a Siamese Mourning Cloak Butterfly haha. Okay I didn’t “create” it but yeah…a story for another day.)
Eventually my dad got me a video game system (Presumably after being disturbed when seeing me make dragonflies eat one another.) and it all went downhill from there, but the interest remains, so if I did find a struggling bug I would probably feed the childhood intrigue rather than look out for its well being.
I guess I’m cruel, but leave it to a giant ant to cut me in half if it could haha. Not trying to justify anything, I swear it was out of interest…>_>